All over the shop. I've never fallen out of bed though, thankfully.
My back (I find the ceiling to be strangely perplexing)
My tummy (I hide my face from the boogey man)
Either side (No real preference as to the side)
Specific side (Your right side - the left is for hippies)
Specific side (Your left side - I mean, all the cool kids are doing it)
I'M ALL OVER THE PLACE (Variety is the spice of life)
Other (Perhaps a combination of the common positions listed)
You're silly, Timmy (What kind of question is that, you nosy turd?)
All over the shop. I've never fallen out of bed though, thankfully.
[center] I Painted My Own Mona Lisa
She's Fixed Everything
Now I'm Spoilt Beyond My Wildest Dreams [center]
I sleep on my stomach mostly, sometimes my side, but usually my stomach.
Well, here's the thing: Depending on what I've done earlier in the day, I find it easier or harder to get to sleep at all.
If I'm desperately hungry, I sleep on side and curl into the fetal position.
If I worked out or did something equally energy consuming, I fall flat on my back. In this same situation, I could just as easily fall asleep face-down . . . when I wake up in the morning I'm always staring at the ceiling.
If I've been lazy all day and have pent of hyperactive energy at night, I squirm around trying to make my restless spine relax and shut the hell up.
Last night I dreamt that I starred in horror flick. It was like that Stephen King film "IT"
This clown-dude was scarier-looking, faster, more real, and didn't talk at all. There's nothing scarier than a scary dude who doesn't talk. Surprisingly, I wasn't scared throughout the dream which is kinda disappointing. The clown made all these people (living in an apartment complex, like mine) go insane and kill each other. I don't really remember much save for the ending.
This guy got p$$ed at another guy and we told him to calm down and go home. "The next day" (the scene shifted) police were swarming around the other guy's house and that guy was just standing there, like, pacing or something. There was a woman with me there and she asked "Did you fight with him?"
. . . and I said "You killed him, didn't you."
Then he pulled out a yellow envelope (the kind with the pin at the top) filled with photos of all the complex's murder victims. He tossed them into the pool and the tiny photos filled the entire surface. Since I think in movie terms, I'd assume that each photo was of a different person. But because I didn't have time to closely inspect all of the photos, I can't state that as a fact. "This is just the tip of the iceberg."
I don't know if they took him jail because that's when I woke up and started reciting Japanese. That night I'd been listening to a Japanese CD, which is strange because the dream was in no way related, not even a single Japanese word was muttered. *sigh*
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
On my stomach or side.
I have to fall asleep on my back, unless I'm at a party or something in which case, when I eventually go to sleep, I have to make do with the space thats there. But once I'm asleep I move around and usually wake up on my side.![]()
I'm usually all over the place but I'm currently sleeping in a fetal position for reasons unknown.
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Why do I find that so erotic?Originally Posted by Sasquatch
I couldn't tell you honestly. I just lay down and fall asleep...I didn't realize it was something worth paying attention to. o_O
I'll make sure I pay attention when I go to sleep tonight...if I don't forget.
I like Kung-Fu.
Wow. I'm the first person to vote left side.
I sleep on my left side. I face the wall. <3
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